[whispers] I'll be waiting for you, baby.
[heart rate monitor beeping]
[baby coughs]
[baby gurgles softly]
Meet your son.
Uh...
I'm sorry I wasn't here for you.
I should've been here. I'm...
You're here now.
[both chuckling] -[soft rock music plays over speakers] -[indistinct PA chatter]
[man] I've seen that white girl in the store a couple times.
When I caught her, she had hand sanitizing gel,
wet-naps and whatnot in her backpack.
Not one of the usual project bunnies you get around here.
A clean freak heroin junkie. That's a first, huh?
-Yeah, right. -[chuckles]
[man] Stood out too because of that purple streak in her hair.
Yep. Here's her file.
[KJ] Nadine Elaine MacAllister.
St. Mary's Girls Academy.
That's in Short Hills. It's quite a walk from the projects.
I called the school, told them we had one of their best and brightest.
Not an hour later, her mother shows up in a 6 Series Benz.
This is a store incident report.
You didn't call the police? She wasn't arrested?
Her mother paid for the stuff and then some.
From a good home. Figured I'd give her a break.
Of course you did.
-Can we keep this? -Sure.
That Short Hills whatever fancy hoo-ha, you seemed familiar.
-I grew up the next town over. -Okay. [laughing]
Yes, there are well-off black people in America.
What would your well-off folks think about your boyfriend from last night?
Wanna get a Plan B while we're here? I'm just saying. Just to be safe.
We should take karaoke guy
-and introduce him to Mr. and Mrs. KJ. -[cell phone ringing]
Don't you think? I'm sure they'd get a kick out of him. Rinaldi.
When?
Yeah, all right. I got it. Thanks. Bye.
What?
Brenton Butler died last night.
Uh, you should go to the Butlers', give an update on Dorsey,
let them know the job's still open. I'll try to find this girl.
Well, shouldn't you speak with the family?
You're the detective, so...
-You should-- -I got court in-- in...
-In 15 minutes. So... -So, talk to them after.
-I'll give you a ride. -I'll take the bus. It'll be faster.
I've got other cases.
Trice?
They told me he'd come back to me.
Whatever decision was gonna be made wasn't up to no doctor.
He's got us.
The Lord.
He's gonna keep us up through this.
You find comfort in that?
I'm gonna start making calls.
-[slams window shut] -I want it open.
[slides window open]
Mrs. MacAllister?
-Hi. It is MacAllister, right? -Can I help you?
Yeah, Detective Rinaldi. Jersey City Police Department.
What do you want?
I just want to have a word with your daughter, Nadine.
She's not here.
Okay. Um, do you know when she'll be back?
Yeah, yeah, you know, I mean, it is fucking cold out here, um...
Uh, yeah, I don't mind talking inside, if that works best for you.
Hm?
-[rap music playing] -[girls giggling]
-No. -Oh, my God.
[indistinct chatter]
[girls giggling]
-[girl] Oh, my God. -Come here.
-Don't. -Don't you dare.
-No. -Nadine, don't. Stop.
Nadine, no.
-[girl scoffs] -[music stops]
Is that for me?
Depends on if you earn it.
I'm totally bare down there.
Like a little girl.
You like little girls. Yeah, you do. I can tell.
[Fish] Looking to score some tar?
Why, you holding?
What do you know about some Timberland boots taken off a kid
in Liberty State Park?
Huh?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't know about boots or anybody at Liberty State Park.
-You got the wrong girl. -I got the right girl.
Maybe the wrong time, but I got the right girl.
[girls murmuring indistinctly]
[Nadine] Come on. Let's go!
[Marie giggles]
-Be careful. -No, I got him. Don't worry.
-[baby grunts] -Shh.
[chuckles] He's so little.
I hope we don't break him.
No, we won't.
It's okay. Shh...
Little Michael. It's all right.
[Pete chuckles]
[Pete] Shh...
[all shout] Surprise!
[baby crying]
[Marie] Oh, my God, no. Felix, take this, please.
Right now.
[baby crying]
-This one here. I love this. -Yeah? Do you like it?
It's so cute.
-["Pop! Goes the Weasel" plays] -Oh!
[laughing]
-[R&B music plays softly] -This is from your boys.
Osorio and Manny.
It's all you.
-[woman] Just a couple of things. -Buy him something nice. [woman] Are you kidding me? Whatever you need. Just let me know.
-[Marie] Oh, my gosh! That's adorable. -That is really cute.
-It's good. Yeah. We had it made special. -Petey.
-It's so cute, right? -[laughing]
Well, listen up. Guys! Guys!
Listen up! Gather around!
So, we all know that Pete's been on loan to my unit for the last month.
And I got to say...
it crossed my mind more than a few times to kick his ass out.
Di. Language. There's a baby here. Come on.
[chuckles] All right, Crys, I'll keep it clean.
So, here's the deal.
He's proven himself to be one hell of a cop.
One of us.
I want to welcome you, officially, to South District's Narcotics Unit.
-[woman] Yeah! -[applause]
[DiAngelo] Huh?
[DiAngelo] You good? You good?
[rock music plays over speakers]
Your official transfer orders will take at least a month to process.
These fucking bureaucrats upstairs, they do everything at a snail's pace.
In the meantime, we're going to figure out a way to get you properly compensated.
Yeah.
New baby, promotion, raise. What's with the face?
What's with Dorsey?
You said you had it handled.
Well, I see you got a lot to learn.
I said I'm handling it.
And when we are gonna tell me they released the guy?
That Butler kid is dead.
So relax.
Because now I got a murder on my hands?
Oh, yeah, I'll fucking relax.
You watch your tone with me.
I suggest in the very near future you get rid of that truck.
But right now, why don't you just get me another beer, all right?
You can get your own fucking beer.
[man] Hey, there, Petey-Boy. I was in the neighborhood.
[laughs]
How's the runt doing?
Yeah, your wife told me.
Marie.
That's her name, right?
[laughs]
This is a very nice house you have.
-Me? I got a room over in Newark. -What do you want?
I sure would love to meet my first grandson, Petey-Boy.
I got to go. I, uh...
I'll see you around, okay?
Well, yeah. Hey, listen.
You think you could let me hold a few bucks
until I get on my feet, Petey?
-Bridge the gap-- -[laughs]
-I should've known that was coming. -What?
Your old man can't ask for a little help once in a while?
You don't got it to give, don't give it.
Here's 200 dollars, Pop. That'll get you back to Newark.
Hey! [chuckles]
Petey-Boy.
[chuckles] Petey-Boy!
[laughing]
[paint splatters]
[sighs]
[can clattering]
[front door opens and closes]
Uh... got the invoice from the funeral director.
It's gonna cost a grip.
They got bills just like everybody else.
Mortgage, water, power... they ain't gonna pay themselves.
Yeah, I-- I get that,
but then your people at the church house hit me with a bill for...
something they call, "Bereavement Care."
I mean, how much money you and Tricey give them people every Sunday
and they're gonna give you a bill to bury your own son?
Just tell them I'll take care of it.
Whatever it is, I'll pay it.
Niggas on the block selling dope, church is slanging hope.
-That's scripture, right? -Don't blaspheme in my house, you hear?
Don't do it.
If I could carry it for you, 'Saiah...
I would.
No, I ain't going to put this on nobody.
Take some of that food up to Latrice. She need to eat. She ain't eating.
[door opens]
Good afternoon, Counselor.
Afternoon.
-I've got a B&E on Reginald Dukes, 16. -Uh-huh.
He's a sophomore at The Alternative School.
No prior felonies or misdemeanors.
I'd like the State to go with us on two years' probation,
right to expunge after three.
The family is struggling financially
and can't afford to miss work attending trial.
My boss would never go for probation.
Thirty days in juvie with restitution.
[gavel banging]
[bailiff] The State of New Jersey v. Reginald Dukes, case number 12041906.
Counsel is present, Your Honor.
[judge] Ms. Harper, are we ready to proceed?
Uh... yes, Your Honor.
In the matter of Reginald Dukes...
I recommend Pretrial Intervention,
contingent upon completion of 60 hours of community service...
This is good.
...and immediate enrollment in a program for at-risk youth.
Pending State progress review after six months,
dismissal and release to his parents.
Ms. Harper, on what grounds are you basing the State's recommendation?
This is the defendant's first offense, Your Honor, and it's a nonviolent one.
While the offer of the State is very generous, Ms. Harper,
I believe this is a teachable moment for young Master Reginald.
Ninety days Juvenile Correctional, one year probation.
I'm not being generous, Your Honor, I'm trying to be fair.
I'll determine what's fair.
By making him a criminal?
Next case.
[bailiff] The State of New Jersey v. Alfred Jenkins,
case number 12041907.
Counsel is present, Your Honor.
[speaks Spanish]
[in English] Way above my pay grade, bro. Sorry.
Yo, Osorio, got a second? I've been looking for you.
-Gotta get back on the clock. -Make your money, man.
-Just looking for a heads-up. We cool? -Yeah, we're good, man.
-All right. -Yeah.
Was that your boyfriend?
Fucking reporter.
Gave him the time of day once, now he thinks we're puro sangre brahs.
Fuck that.
Ugh, like I need this shit, but fuck it, right?
One of the team just had a kid. We get the leftovers. What you gonna do?
Hey, listen, I need to know all the spots in JC where dopers cop their heroin.
-Want dope? I can get you dope. -[laughs]
Personal use or you moonlighting? Being a cop is a great cover.
I'm tracking a witness in that hit-and-run.
The kid fucking died, man. It's officially in my queue now.
Yeah? Um...
That skate park on Garfield, that's got dope traffic.
Some of the clubs on Communipaw.
So what?
This witness actually see it? The hit-and-run?
I don't know. Spoiled rich girl. Wrong place, wrong time.
Sooner you get me that list, I get eyes on those spots
-round the clock. -Yeah, sure.
If you want, I can get her 411 circulated myself.
What's her name?
She's probably going by a street alias, but I got her pic right here.
-Anything? [sniffs] -Mm-mm.
Yeah, well look, I'm just trying to run up some OT,
so if you get me that list, I'll make copies of this and um...
you know, I'll file a worker's comp if my wrist goes out, yeah?
Yeah, all right.
Detective, there's an Alison Royster out front. Says she knows you.
Fuck me.
That's why I need the OT.
[scoffing chuckle]
Crossing the bridge for booty calls now, Alison?
Can we talk in private?
No. No I'm good right here.
Our last one-on-one didn't go so well for me.
It's costing me $1100 a month plus custody of my kid.
Is acting like a child your answer for everything?
-Yeah, it works for me. -Excuse me.
Hi.
Yeah, well, it's always about what works for you, isn't it?
Sixty hours a week plus a part-time and you think this was about me?
If you didn't want us, why didn't you leave?
Ah. That's what I like, that passion, right there.
Pretty convincing. You saving that for court or later with your new boyfriend?
-[chuckles] Joe is not a boy. -That's cute.
You're not keeping my kid from me.
I don't want to keep Maggie from you.
But we don't gotta drag her into a courtroom just 'cause we fucked up.
Whatever. I'll see you in court. Don't fucking come back here.
Hey! Fish! Come on! Fish!
[doorbell rings]
Coming!
Where you been?
You don't return my messages. I gotta go down to your office.
You got 'em, I didn't know. What the fuck?
I'm sick.
You're sick? That's what you're gonna call it?
[forces cough]
Can I come in? I got the report on the paint chip.
[scoffs]
[KJ] I'm contagious, but be my guest.
You want coffee?
Sure.
How do you take it?
In a clean cup.
Thanks.
O-F-4-D-9-2, otherwise known as Yale Blue.
Like your kind of Yale, but more common like moi.
-Milk? -Please.
It narrows down our search to every third car in the tri-state area.
Got a better chance of winning the Powerball than finding this vehicle.
Great.
Is this from that tween from the other night?
What time did his mom come pick him up?
[laughing]
Okay.
-Sugar? -Please. Two.
I don't have any sugar.
What other good tidings did you come here to share?
-I found our girl, Nadine. -Yeah?
Yeah.
She ain't saying shit, but she's got a habit to feed.
So, I got units on every dope corner for when she shows up. And she will.
They always come crawling back eventually.
Did you hear anything from the Butlers?
They've already been through so much. I just...
I think they need time before they can help us.
-You talked to them, right? -Yes. I said I did.
Do you disappoint people much?
What?
I mean, I don't meant to pry or nothing.
We haven't had the pleasure of each other's company...
for too long, but it occurs to me...
that you might be the black sheep of your family.
[clears throat] No pun intended.
I mean...
uh, isn't your family wondering when they're going to get some grandkids,
or some Harvard Law grad son-in-law?
White picket fence instead of this-- I mean, look at the-- What--
-Who lives like this? -[scoffs]
My family and I have differing opinions about what my life should look like.
And I tend to disappoint.
Well, knowing's half the battle.
It's good coffee.
[scoffs]
What about a middle-aged man who runs a shelter for rotting old dogs?
People don't like old dogs.
People get sick of old Fido when he can't play fetch anymore,
and then they dump him in some shelter.
They feed themselves all this bullshit, like he's gonna find a new home.
Twenty-five years of service and he ends up in a gas chamber. Fuck that.
They don't save him 'cause they can't see him, but I see him.
I see the dog.
And dogs will see you too when other people won't.
[slurps coffee]
I'm fucking 38 years old, by the way. A lot of people call that prime of life.
Wear something warm and flats tomorrow.
For what?
For Brenton Butler's funeral.
[front door opens and closes]
-[singing "How Great Thou Art"] -♪ Then sings my soul ♪
♪ My Savior God ♪
♪ To Thee ♪
♪ How great Thou art ♪
♪ Then sings my soul ♪
♪ My Savior God ♪
♪ To Thee ♪
♪ How great Thou art ♪
♪ Then sings my soul ♪
♪ My Savior God ♪
♪ To Thee ♪
-Damn, it's been a minute. -Five to the sky, till the day I die.
Oh, it's like that?
So you're soldiering?
Everybody soldiering for something.
Messiah's been good to me.
Blessed be these... [continues indistinctly]
Yeah, so, I appreciate you coming out.
But it's not a good look right now, you know, with the family.
I just came to pay my respects, King.
Look, I'll just stay back in the cut. No disrespect.
I feel you.
But you can't be here, Kadeuce.
My brother don't want you here.
You know how he was about you and Brenton.
All right?
My condolences to Mr. and Mrs. Butler.
Yeah.
To the Crown.
All right, be safe out in the streets.
You do the same. Civilians don't get no pass out here.
[pastor] Thank you.
[muted chatter]
-It's gonna be all right brother. -Thank you.
[Fish] Family had to have seen this coming.
I'm telling you, it's the penitentiary or the cemetery.
In a way, it makes sense they don't want to talk to the police.
-Because they don't trust you. -No! No, it's reprisals.
Because they help the po-po with one dead kid who banged,
they might jeopardize another one of their kids who's affiliated.
-You're assuming Brenton-- -I'm not assuming anything, I know!
You're assuming Brenton Butler was affiliated.
Wonder how many innocent people are locked up
'cause of that kind of myopic thinking.
Okay, Counselor, I guess you missed Uncle just dapping up one of the homies.
Been a lawyer long enough. You know what shit smells like.
And that uncle, war hero or not, is at minimum, affiliated.
Why wouldn't the nephew be too? Why don't we just go ask him?
-And then we can offer our condolences-- -We're-- We're not gonna do that.
Why not? You got more 40s to drink? I know you've been drinking again.
A fucking funeral. What's the matter with you?
What?
I never talked to the Butlers.
They don't know their son's case is still open?
[inaudible]
All right, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna put your big-girl pants on and you're gonna tell them
-that we've got dick. -I can't.
Yes, you are. This is a murder investigation, use your head.
-We need to talk to them or-- -Do it yourself.
-KJ--
[engine starts] That's a chicken-shit move, KJ.
[garage door opening]
[car honking]
[Teresa] Hello! I gotta park!
Marie said I could take it. I had to get my stuff out of Wally's house.
What the fuck?
What the fuck are you doing with my truck, huh?
-Get your fucking hands off of me! -What are you doing with my truck? Huh?
-What are you fucking doing? -Get off!
What--
Now, you ever touch this truck again,
and I swear to God, I will fucking kill you.
Fuck you!
[breathing heavily]
[indistinct chatter]
God called him home, Isaiah.
Now, you take as much time as you need to grieve,
but I want to encourage you to celebrate his life.
Trust that the Father will keep you.
[Isaiah] I appreciate that, Pastor. I do.
[chatter fades, muted]
[plate smashes]
[chatter continues]
[soft music playing over speakers]
[music stops]
You know, he would...
sit right where you are...
and just come alive, listening to his music.
We would drive, talk...
and laugh.
Sing.
And he just felt...
safe in here with me.
He was free.
I left the window to his bedroom open.
I prayed to God to...
let him come back to me,
but he didn't hear my prayers.
Not before...
not now.
-You should come on back inside, Tricey. -Mm-mm.
-It's cold out here. -Mm-mm.
Mmm. Mm-mm...
No one understands in there.
Laughing, carrying on in that house.
He barely had a chance to make it his...
own and a life
in the house that 'Saiah said would be our home.
But in here...
this is where I have Brenton.
This is the only place where my baby's at. [gasps]
[sobbing]
This is the only place. [gasping sobs]
This is the only place.
Mmm.
[resumes music]
[Manny] Yo, Osorio, you must be shitting yourself now that Trump's at the wheel.
Cousins need papers? I can set 'em straight with a guy I know.
-You fucking idiot, I'm Puerto Rican. -Yeah, so?
[Osorio] A US citizen, you inbred Appalachian fuck.
[Manny] Still had to swim across the ocean--
Could you shut the fuck up for five fucking seconds?
[DiAngelo] Osorio, you're coming with me.
You and the rookie hold it down.
And what are we doing here?
You're gonna sit here and you're gonna keep eyes out. You understand?
[Di Angelo] Come on.
That prick from New York says he's got a witness.
What?
A witness.
There's a witness, a junkie, some white girl from the burbs.
What'd she see exactly?
He wasn't sure.
So it's a nonissue. Don't worry.
You fucking kidding? We gotta find out who she is.
And stir up more shit?
You keep your mouth shut.
Anyone asks what you were doing in the park, you tell them your job.
[DiAngelo] Let's go.
[door buzzes]
[indistinct game show chatter]
What did the doctors say?
Stage four.
She's supposed to go real fast from here.
They say all I could do is keep her comfortable.
So, I know this not a social call.
The landscape is shifting.
Your monthly is kicking up 12 percent.
My overhead's growing, I gotta pass the cost on.
I'll render under Caesar.
But I expect representation for my taxes.
Now there's some renegades trapping over on Aisles and Grand.
That's cutting into the 12 percent I got to give you.
-I need that shut down. -I can't shut down
every small-time start-up in the city.
You gotta at least pretend the Kings have got some competition.
[Messiah] But they're not gonna be small-time for long, right?
Now watch your ass going in there because...
shorty at the door?
Ooh, he's nice with a sawed-off.
What kind of heat we talking?
We talking 12-gauge Remi kind of heat.
First through the front door... likely to get his head blown off.
Got a lot of fucking questions, don't you, rook?
Jeez.
You know, you're fucking lucky to be here.
When I joined up...
I kept my head down...
my mouth shut...
and did whatever the fuck Di told me to do.
Yeah?
Is that why he left you out here in the car?
You're the liability, rook... not me.
[sighs]
Hi.
Do you remember me, Tasha?
Aunty, a lady's here!
You don't have to call her. I'm gonna... [sighs]
Can I help you?
Tasha, get inside.
Get inside the house right now!
You got no business being here!
Ain't you done enough?
[cell phone buzzing]
Yo, where you been? I've been calling. I've got some 411 on the uncle. He's got a juvie record, small-time dealing back when he was a young'un.
We have to talk to the Butlers.
On my way.
[door bell rings]
I don't understand. You said you got the man who did this.
I was mistaken and I'm sorry.
We both got some bad information,
and had no other option but to release him.
So, you have no idea who killed my son?
Nothing about the way this has been handled should bring you any comfort.
We haven't found the person responsible.
But we will.
I will.
That means no, right?
Right? Because I... I just want to be clear,
and I don't want to leave any room to be misled
or misinterpret what's going on here.
Because everything you guys have said so far has been wrong.
Wrong man arrested, wrong about my son being in a gang.
We had no right to imply that Brenton was gang-affiliated.
I know that we offended your family, and I am deeply sorry.
No, so am I.
With your permission, we'd like to search your son's room.
He's not there.
The man who killed my son.
Look all you like.
[Fish] Upstairs?
Thank you.
[Fish] You didn't have to apologize to her.
It didn't cost me anything and it meant something to her.
When did we get in the business of making people feel warm and fuzzy, hmm?
You don't have to worry about having that effect on anyone.
People don't know their families like they think they do.
[Fish] Brenton Butler's uncle...
used to run around with a guy named Vontrell Odoms back in the day,
AKA Messiah.
This Messiah kid today...
just happens to be JC's ruling drug king.
Look at this.
A burner.
Rolled up in a sock.
Thug life runs in the family.
It's dead.
So, maybe it was something he had years ago.
Could be. Let's get a charger and find out.
[distant siren wailing]
[Pete] I wanted to join this unit to bust dealers, not fucking roll with them.
But whatever you got going on the side, I don't want any part of it.
I didn't become a cop to break the rules.
So, what happened in the park, that's not breaking the rules?
I was following orders. Is that what you call it?
Get out.
[Pete] Hey, where are we?
-[Manny] Took you long enough. -[Osorio] We got to go.
Welcome to Narco, rook.
[DiAngelo] Osorio.
Jablonski.
-[Pete] Hey, who are we busting? -Wilcox.
When we get the call it's bad guys, we get to go to work.
Don't get none on you.
[DiAngelo] Here you go.
Aren't we calling backup?
No time for that. We gotta do this now.
Osorio, Wilcox, you take the back entrance.
Jablonski, you're first through the front door.
On the blast, gentlemen.
You'll know when you hear it.
Jablonski. Go.
One.
Two.
Watch behind that door. There's a guy with a sawed-off.
Three. Go.
Police! Down on the ground, hands behind your head!
[glass shatters]
[chaotic shouting]
[DiAngelo] Upstairs clear. Upstairs clear.
Come on. On the ground, on the ground. Don't you fucking move.
Show me your hands! Show me your fucking hands!
[Pete] All right, everybody!
Show me your fucking hands! Wake the fuck up! Wake up!
-Wake up! Show me your fucking hands! -Don't shoot. Don't shoot!
-[man] I didn't do anything. -[overlapping shouts]
-You didn't do it? You don't fucking know? -I don't know, man!
-Don't fucking know? Don't fucking know? -I don't know.
-Fuck! -[man] I don't know! [wailing]
-God-- -He's done! All right? Done!
[man sobbing]
-[indistinct chatter] -[DiAngelo gasping]
[panting]
Get me a fucking EMT at 22 Grand Avenue.
This is Sergeant Mike DiAngelo, Badge 3499.
Get me a fucking ambulance here right now.
Come on.
Fuck.
Come on.
-Come on. -Oh, shit.
Mike. Come on, Mike.
Di, come on, man, that's not gonna do nothing.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
He's dead, you can't help him.
Come on, bro. Come on.
-Come on, come on. -Don't fucking touch me!
-[grunts] -[man cries out]
-[man groans, sobs] -[Osorio] Di.
Tricey, I stopped off, got those éclairs you like.
Latrice...
you can't keep on like this.
The man who did this is free.
They didn't catch him.
Brenton is dead and whoever did this is free.
-[low chatter] -[sirens wail in distance]
I need to talk to the detective who's overseeing my son's case.
You got a name?
-Butler. Brenton Butler. -I meant the detective's name.
I don't know his name, but I need to talk to him now. He just left my house. Get him down here right now.
Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen without a name. Sorry, sir.
I just put my boy in the ground,
and the man responsible is walking around right now living his life.
-[officer] Sir-- -He's free and my boy is gone.
Sir, I need you to calm down.
Listen, I'm a grown-ass man, don't tell me to calm down.
I ain't leaving until I find out what the hell happened to my son.
-Gonna have to leave now! -Don't touch me!
Easy! I need you to turn around. Up against.
Let's go. Put your hands behind your back.
[handcuffs clicking shut]
-You'll need to turn the car on. -Hmm?
To charge it.
-I'll cover the gas. -[laughing]
Oh, you know what? I got it.
Fuck it, right?
-I'm getting OT just for doing this. -[engine starts]
[cell phone vibrates]
["More Than a Feeling" playing on the radio]
♪ And dream of a girl I used to know ♪
♪ I closed my eyes and she slipped away ♪
[drums on knees]
Listen to that guitar.
Come on.
Yeah.
Slip away.
[singer vocalizing]
There you go. See? That's good.
[cell phone beeping]
[turns off radio]
[cell phone beeps]
[car plays loud hip-hop music]
Come on, bro.
Hey, yo.
Hey.
Go, go, go, go.
[cell phone rings, vibrates]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[DiAngelo] Jablonski.
That worthless fuck that runs this shithole...
-is 17 years old. -[Osario speaks indistinctly]
Now, that's only a couple years older than the banger you took out in the park.
Now, you look at me. Look at me.
You got a real chance here to do some meaningful police work.
Save kids...
like that.
But you got to harden your heart to the fucking animals out there.
You got to see them for what they are. Animals.
We're not like them.
You and Osorio are going to take him to the... coroner's office.
We're not leaving him here.
-[Osario] Let's get the fuck outta here. -[DiAngelo] You're going with Jablonski.
To the morgue.